#and i also hit giant growth spurts as a kid so

[peridot-tears]

I know I clown Ratohnhaké:ton for his bad posture, but when you fight a LOT, that tucked-chin, slightly-hunched fighting posture REALLY creeps into your everyday life. The AMOUNT OF TIMES I've had to stop and remember to pull my shoulders back like Ratohnhaké:ton when he's idling on the street, eye --

#idk how to describe it #like when you do muay thai #it's a little more acceptable to keep your shoulders straight #but i usually spar people with more of a boxing background so i have to get creative #and i also hit giant growth spurts as a kid so #tears falling like peridots #ratohnhaketon #connor #ac #connor kenway #ac 3 #ratohnhaké:ton

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I did not realize this got so long, so rambly word vomit under the cut

I do think more attention should be paid to the absolute horror Jason must have felt after coming out of the Lazarus pit like a foot taller and built like a damn fridge.

Like he died at 15, tiny, still small due to malnutrition and then the leading theory is that the Lazarus pit cures that and beefed him up. For one, that's gotta mess with his motor control a ton, especially when you consider that normal growth spurts cause a period of clumsiness (think jarring steps, toe stubbing, knocking your elbow on doorknobs or whatever), so a total body overhaul -Lazarus Edition™ - might be enough to keep him from even walking properly, let alone fight skillfully and gracefully.

Even if you say he got his coordination back from training or comic book science meant the pits didn't fuck that up, being small was probably a major part of his identity. Consider Jason before Bruce. He was tiny, but still resourceful and strong enough to jack tires. But being tiny was useful. Being tiny meant more hiding spaces were available. It meant he was unassuming. It meant people's eyes skipped over him. It meant avoiding attention. It meant safety.

And sure, Jason probably complained about being small when he was Robin. Probably even dreamed of being big as a street kid because being big meant having power, but being big on the streets meant being noticed and he knew that. It was something to dream about when he was older but not what he needed then.

I've also seen people headcanon that Jason is claustrophobic from the coffin, and I kinda vibe with that, and being bigger also screws with that because things feel so much bigger when you're small. If you think about it, elevators and the like probably felt a lot more spacious when you were a kid. So not only has his body been drastically changed without his consent (and I haven't really touched on that here, but also consider how it has to affect Jason Todd (who champions consent and autonomy and personal safety of the little guy) to have experienced nonconsensual body modification first hand like that) but it can actively cause him more mental distress.

And I think, coming out of the pit, the memory of his death still fresh in his mind, and stuck in the League of Assassins, maybe being small would have been comforting. He could still access all the same hiding places he would immediately clock. And while the image of a big man hiding somewhere clearly too small for him might be funny, it's also heart wrenching because he's lost so many safe places in a single moment.

Of course when Jason does go back to Gotham he's learned to use his new body and the fact that it makes him intimidating as hell, but I think there's another negative there as well. Because as Robin he comforted people. No Robin is ever soft but they are all almost definitely better at comforting victims than Batman (maybe not Damian, but he's a baby which is simultaneously more and less comforting) and a big part of that is because they're kids. Kids just aren't as intimidating as giant ass adults and I can imagine that this probably messed with Jason when he first got back to Gotham and tried to talk to the street kids or the working girls because those are groups of people who are going to be suspicious of men built like a goddamn fridge. He can't come up to them like he did as Robin, and I'm sure over time he's won their trust and they find him a symbol of safety, but the first few interactions have to hit hard because it feels like he doesn't belong in a place that's been his first home. That somehow he no longer fits right where he always did before.

I also can't imagine how disconcerting it must be to not recognize your reflection for like every part of yourself. Like, this one time I had makeup done for an event (not my idea) and it was so heavy that I didn't recognize myself and I felt so uncomfortable with that and that was just my face. My hair, my height, my build - all of that was still familiar, comfortable, but can you imagine being unable to recognize even that? And if he avoids mirrors to avoid seeing his reflection, he might not even be able to recognize himself in pictures and videos. (There's a fanfic with this idea and it definitely inspires this post because I honestly never considered this before and I thought it was so well written and such a good point that we don't pay enough attention to. You should totally check it out if you got this far.)

The last point I have for this post has to do with his relationship with Bruce. So typical timeline (I think) for Jason is he dies at 15, crawls out of his grave about 6 months later, is catatonic for 3 years, and then spends a year mentally present training with the League of Assassins on his world tour or whatever. I am fuzzy on the details here but basically from his birthday, Jason can't be older than 19-20 when he comes back to Gotham (I think 19 is the accepted age) but mentally he's 16 and for some fucking reason DC artists like to draw him like he's over 30. THIS IS A PROBLEM! Like this is an extremely fucked up 16 year old kid that should be trapped in a 19 year old's body but instead it's so much worse because (and I've seen someone describe him like this before) he's actually trapped inside the body of a 35 year old divorcee AND THAT IS NOT OKAY! Like even if we're gonna say that the Lazarus pit alters the body to peak physical health that would be like 22 or some shit. Past 30 is not a physical prime. You can be fit for sure at 30 but that doesn't change the fact that your ability to build muscle and heal and whatever else are probably better in your early to mid 20s and hey guess what that's still younger than Dick's accepted age (or maybe about the same (I have stayed up too late writing this to keep proper track of numbers)). But Jason looks older than Dick more often than not (the Gotham Knights game will never be forgiven for whatever the fuck happened to Jay's character design).

Okay sorry for the sidetrack, but Jason looking older is gonna fuck with Bruce because Bruce is gonna have a real hard time seeing his tiny, malnourished, never gonna top 5'4 Jaylad in this giant hulk of a figure, especially when the age is so off. Like imagine you have a kid who goes to college and does a ton of internships or research so you don't really see them for 4 years, you're still gonna expect your kid to look like they're 22-23. If they look like they're 35 you sure as hell are not gonna pinpoint that as your kid. So Bruce sees Jason and it makes sense that he doesn't think that's his kid BECAUSE THAT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HIS KID! (I'm ignoring the moral differences in this post) So Bruce doesn't see a kid when he looks at Jason but Jason is mentally 16 and, despite everything he says to the contrary, he sees his dad when he looks at Bruce. Jason doesn't see an equal, someone who is just another adult. This is his dad, an authority figure in his life, someone whos opinions and words hold power over him whether he wants them to or not. But Bruce can't see that. Because Bruce doesn't see a kid. He doesn't see his son. He sees an equal and that's tragic because you're always supposed to be your parents' baby. Even when you're 50 with your own family and nearly adult kids, you're still gonna be your parents little baby. Because parents see their kids at all the ages they've ever been and it's the fact that Jason doesn't have someone who looks at him and sees him how he was when he was 2 and 7 and 10 and 13 and 15 when he still feels 16 that makes this so sad. Because no one's been his parent for long enough to really build that and Bruce can't see Robin!Jason in the Jason that came back.

Wow, uh, I'm really sorry to anyone who reads this. This really got away from me and it's super unorganized and I just kinda word vomitted all over this. This was just supposed to be about how his body was different. How did Bruce end up in this?

#jason todd #red hood #robin #lazarus pit #bruce wayne #batman #gotham #body disphoria? #i think #not sure if that's the right word #if someone knows the right phrase #please tell me #but basically weird relationship with body #tw: death #tw: claustrophobia #tw: body issues #tw: body modification #parents #parent child relationship #Jason is drawn way to old #this is a problem #for REASONS #jason todd is my comfort character #and it shows

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Bato of the Water Tribe

Bilingual bonus in the title. Also, completely not kidding, I tried to type Bato and my fingers automatically filled out Baton Rouge.

Sokka's battle reconstruction abilities reminding me of Count Ruegen's from the Princess Bride.

I'm not seeing any flags or other identification on that ship, so I guess Sokka knows it's from his dad's fleet because he memorised what all the ships in his dad's fleet looked like? That's both sweet and heartbreaking.

That giant mole dog thing just bit through metal. I'm guessing this thing has no pain receptors in its face.

I'm with Zuko on this one. That lady is too young for Iroh.

Be still my heart!!! Is this going to be a Sokka episode?

Pretty.

BABY SOKKA!!!!!! Also his dad has either a very poofy coat or a tiny head.

Right out the gate, in a scene that can't last more than 30 seconds, we see that the Water Tribe has infinitely superior parenting skills to the Fire Nation. Mr. Firelord could take a couple of lessons from this guy.

Whoever is voicing Bato (thank you avatar writers for putting his name in the title so I can spell it) is doing it absolutely perfectly. Beautiful buttery voice with just a little roughness around the upper and lower edges, and - I won't describe this right - but there's the sound of experience and familiarity in the voice. This is a guy who has lived lots of life, but also lived lots of life with Sokka and Katara. He's really selling their connection and their relationship (which I presume is like those parents' random friends you call uncle and aunt who aren't biologically related - fictive kin).

Either water tribe growth spurts come late or Bato is stupidly tall. Also loving the toga look. Don't quite know how it's staying up, but it does look comfy.

"After I was wounded, your father carried me to this abbey." HOLD UP WHERE'S THE FANFIC 50K SLOW BURN HURT/COMFORT FRIENDS TO LOVERS GIMMEEEEEE

Sorry Bato, but your boat is a ship. Not a boat. It's ship-sized.

Katara's like 'Sokka no that's mean!' Bato's like 'oh god there's two of them.' Lovely stealthy worldbuilding here. We've only seen Sokka and Katara's dad in that 30 second flashback, which told us he was loving. Now we know he's also funny. One line, and the writers double the depth.

Aang get off your high horse. We know you're a vegetarian, but Sokka and Katara left home for the first time only a few weeks ago and are probably getting homesick by now so stuff it! Tangent time: can you imagine how happy Sokka and Katara must be at having a familiar face in a place made familiar, who probably has news of their dad? There's no indication that any of the water tribe men have been home on leave since they all (apparently literally ALL) left home years ago. This is like Christmas for them.

Quick lesson to all you youngins out there: one day you may have children. And if you do, unless your children have the upmost loving respect for you, you will lose all ability to make them follow the rules as soon as they learn about the kind of stuff you got up to when you were their age. So don't post it online. Don't brag about it. Don't document it. They will find out. Children have noses like a bloodhound's for yesteryear's parental shenanigans. Also don't stick an octopus on your head under any circumstances.

Seriously though, I'm loving the insight into normal (ie not avatar or war related) water tribe life. Adds depth to the characters and the culture.

At the end of the episode with the Blue spirit, Aang talked about how he had friends all over the world before the war. During all this global visiting, was he never taught the laws of hospitality? Or basic politeness? Don't touch people's stuff. Learn to sit still for five minutes. It's not always about you.

I had completely forgotten about Katara's necklace. I didn't enjoy Imrpisoned much, so I guess I blanked that plot point.

"You can come with me, and see your father again" once again Bato's voice actor hitting it out of the park. I felt for a moment like it was two years since I'd seen my father and I was so excited for the chance to see him again.

A surprisingly mature stance from both Sokka and Katara here. Actually, despite Sokka's hinted-at father worship I'm not surprised that he made the mature choice. He's the one who's been keeping them on track the whole time. But I am a bit surprised that Katara was ok with missing out on a chance to see her father. She's been the one chasing after butterflies and that's one heck of a butterfly.

Aang DONT

Goddamn he did. Aang has no manners and no brain this episode. Come on.

Zuko and company taking us on a world tour. Popping into previous episodes is a cool idea.

Haybending. Another entry on the list of vaguely defined avatar powers.

Is this ice dodging thing going where I think it's going? Because if so, I am completely on board.

I finished the fortuneteller episode pretty peeved at the plot in general, but I gotta say I admire the balls on this lady. Only person in the village with a spine (and a brain). Followed up with a pretty banger line from Iroh. If Iroh is looking for some action he should check out this lady rather than the bounty hunter. They could make increasingly cryptic comments over a shared pot of tea and annoy Zuko so much he turns colours.

The most intense Bar Mitzvah I've ever seen. As a general rule, Bar Mitzvahs don't (usually) involve the possibility of a body count.

What's on Sokka's face?

Just going to slip in some sneaky meditation. Seems like a quiet enough spot.

You know, I think Katara's actually in the correct pose for holding the mainsail. Obviously Sokka has nautical knowledge, but I guess Katara sails too.

Can we talk for a moment about how sweet it is that Sokka finds a way to turn his test of manhood into a group project? To be clear, I think his greater motivation was the glory of greater achievement, but it's so very Sokka to find a way to include his sister.

That's pretty funny.

Wisdom is appropriate for Sokka. Bravery is appropriate for Katara, mostly because wisdom certainly isn't (*cough* Jet *cough*).

Interesting that it's Sokka who has a Katara-style blow up over the missing map. I definitely buy this. So soon after a very personal and important ritual that both connects them to their people and - by necessity - reminds them of who isn't there at the moment (dad), Sokka and Katara would both be sensitive to anything dad-related. Normally Katara is 100% ride or die for Aang, but pre-existing family is about the only exception I can think of that she would make for that policy.

"I'm an idiot Momo." YEP.

So the mole dog thing bashed the gate in, to turn in a circle and leave after ten seconds? Was that worth the headache caused by using your head as a battering ram? Especially when the very leapable wall was right there?

Side note, I would pay good money to be able to keep my hair as perfect and my makeup as unsmudged as this bounty hunter lady can, especially while doing extreme sports.

Lo and behold, he gets it. His dad told him he would get it someday. Kudos to Bato for the stealth teenage wrangling that prompted Sokka's epiphany. Bato didn't have to phrase his explanation of the wolf in a way that so paralleled the situation with Aang, but he chose to for a reason. I think Bato and Iroh should sit down for a drink and exchange stealth teenager wrangling tactics.

This is so perfect. Bato's not even their dad but he's Dadding so well! Letting them come to their own conclusions (with only a gentle nudge), respecting that decision and affirming that it's the right one by stating that their dad is 100% for sure super proud of what they're doing, then - the cherry on top - giving them a way to BOTH go with Aang AND see their dad if the opportunity presents. And then leaving a message at the rendezvous point as a last bit of long distance dadding.

Side note: I'm hoping Bato's bandages are cosmetic only, otherwise that backpack strap is going to be murder after half an hour.

Side side note: if Bato is walking to the rendezvous point, what happened to his ship?

How does the nun know about the necklace?

That poor gate gets no respect.

This mole dog thing sure is getting whipped a lot. I don't like that.

Pro tip: if your opponent has horns the size of a grown man and is looking for a headbutting contest, just walk away. Poor mole dog thing has no eyes, so he tragically can't see the horns and gets thoroughly curb stomped.

Would Aang really look this worried about fighting Zuko? He's come out on top one way or another in every fight they've had so far.

Some elements don't mix. Good to know.

Iroh. Forget about it. Bounty Hunter lady has extreme non-straight energy. Go for the fortuneteller instead.

Appa showing that he does not subscribe to Aang's pacifist philosophy. If the bounty hunter hadn't dodged she would have been a thin paste on Appa's paw.

I'm seeing lots of parallels in this fight. At one point Aang recycles Zuko's move, after they've switched so that Zuko is in Aang's original place. Neat.

I really know nothing about fight choreography, but this action is followable and entertaining, so I'm calling these fights good.

This episode's Beat Up Sokka quota is now fulfilled.

This well set piece is making me giggle.

You tell him Appa!

I get that they're the bad guys, but that poor mole dog thing can't catch a break. The trick with the perfume must have been distressing, if not also painful.

Skeezy. Knock it off.

I hope Zuko got a new clasp for that necklace while he had it.

Final Thoughts

Well, I finally got my long-desired Sokka episode. It contained less Sokka than I thought a Sokka episode would have. But I do feel like I have better insight into his character. The somewhat exaggerated attempts at manliness (followed up by a genuinely terrifying need to be the man of the tribe) of the first two episodes now have context. (I could include the Kyoshi Warriors episode in that statement too, but I felt Sokka wasn't in character that episode so I won't)

Sokka was told that he was too young (true) to join the men at war. Sokka being Sokka, what he heard was that he wasn't manly enough rather than wasn't old enough, hence the compensatory manliness at the start of the show. But, and this bit is probably more important now that Sokka is a certified man, Sokka also seems to define himself through serving others, particularly his sister. His dad tells him to protect his sister in the flashback; I think his grandmother said something similar to him when they left the south pole. Having your life's purpose 100% rooted outside of yourself is generally not a great idea. I pointed out a few episodes ago that Sokka has that classic teenage boy combination of soaring ego/crashing self-esteem; I now see why. Whatever his dad's and grandma's intentions in telling Sokka to look after his sister, Sokka has interpreted that request as becoming his sister's human shield, provider, brain/planner, and - if needed - sacrifice. Pretty hard to think too much of yourself when your life's work is to serve and die for another. This also explains why I keep seeing Katara outsourcing her thinking - she's basically been told to, and Sokka believes it's his duty.

I love Bato. I love his design, his voice, his purpose in the narrative. Excellent combination of worldbuilding, character work, and a light-hearted reminder that fun can still be had, even by grown ups who are actively fighting a war. My heart did a funny flip when I realised that I was being introduced to a responsible adult. That's how I know that I'm a proper grown-up: swooning at the notion of our main characters finally getting some caring adult supervision.

I love the family tidbits that Bato gives us. One throwaway line and we know that Sokka and his dad have the same sense of humour. Another half-referenced anecdote and we learn that Sokka's so-genius-it's-stupid manic tendencies, which are excellent at getting them all out of tight spots, are inherited or learned from a father who has similarly outlandish adventures pretty regularly. And it's such an effective story hook! Dangling small tidbits and noodle incidents leaves me wanting more.

Aang. Oh Aang. His problems this episode were self-inflicted, my least favourite type of narrative. I've gone hard in the past on Katara for her self-inflicted problems, so it's only fair I go hard on Aang too. If he had just behaved properly and not gone off in a sulk over being less than the centre of all attention for five whole minutes, he would have heard Sokka and Katara turn down the offer to see their father. But he just had to be an asshole for the first few minutes of the episode, and things snowballed from there.

That being said, all his actions from that point on do make perfect sense. 12 year old whose entire civilisation has been wiped out and who actually discovered his father figure's remains is NOT going to be ok with the idea of his remaining support system deserting him. Especially since the actions he took the last time his support system was threatened (running away) kind of inadvertently caused his support's system's extermination. Of course he's going to be irrational, to cling twice as hard to what he has left, by fair means or foul.

One thing I do like about Aang's otherwise dumbass behaviour is that he knows 100% that's it wrong to hide the map from the moment he does it. No initial self-justifications and gradual creeping doubts. He's doing wrong and he knows it. Shows he has a moral compass.

Zuko's plan of tracking the Avatar by Katara's necklace was solid, and he only lost because he's the villain in a kid's cartoon and is thus contractually obligated to lose. Iroh was not so great this episode.

I adored the Water tribe stuff. The intersecting fights at the end were very good. The Aang stuff was annoying, if understandable. And we'd already learned in previous episodes that Sokka and Katara were ride or die for Aang, which is the ultimate lesson here. It was interesting to learn that the breaking point for that statement is family, but other than that, no new info. I love this episode, but I would have loved it even more if it had more Sokka and Bato and less Aang.

I hope they went back and collected the map.

#atla #avatar: the last airbender #bato of the water tribe #avatar the last airbender

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lol I made this months ago and then forgot about it.

I was possessed with the urge to draw and then spat out two Sevilco children and they’ve just been sitting in my camera roll for like four months now

I forgot to give them proper names so now they just go by their stand ins: Gaia (left) and Atlas (right) (I had nothing better at the time :\). They’re twins and home how when fully grown managed to be taller than both of their parents XD

Gaia is seventeen minutes older than his brother but they have an inverses dynamic of Atlas being more protective of him. When he was a baby he was a straight up mama’s boy: he always wanted Sevika to hold him and would cry incessantly until she did so, when he learned to walk it turned into following her around like a little lion cub does its mother. An adolescent he was always eager to help Sevika with any task she required. Older he still sometimes seeks her approval. Funnily enough he takes after his father the most appearance wise, he’s very long and spindly. (He also has a knack for the political arena) For a while he wasn’t any taller than Jinx then one day he started his growth spurt and shot up to 6’4.

Atlas: ironically he looked a lot like Sevika but had a weird obsession with Jinx. He always wanted to be around her and loved her contraptions. Atlas was the child that did everything first, he stood up first, walked first, talked first. He would join his brother in following their mother around but sometimes broke off and would follow around Silco. One of his favorite things to do was to sit on Silco’s lap and babble out to the rest of the office like he was conducting a very important meeting. Atlas has a bit more muscle packed onto him compared to his brother and when he become older could be found among brawlers. As an adult he dresses a lot like his father which sometimes misleads people into believing he can’t throw a punch, my god are they wrong. For a while he was the taller twin hitting his growth spurt early and standing at 6’1, but slow and stead won the race that around.

AAAAAAH DRAGONSHARK BBS :D

I love this so much<3

Look at these adorably murderous giants they've produced - and one is a straight up Mama's boy oh no poor Sevika with her little duckling following her around and wanting a puff of her cheroot T_T

Also dggdss "One of his favorite things to do was to sit on Silco’s lap and babble out to the rest of the office like he was conducting a very important meeting."

I can fully see Silco exploiting this. Like, someone walks in trying to enter a serious negotiation with him, and he's just prowling around with a baby in his arms, and the moment the argument gets heated and the kid starts sniffling, he glowers, "Now look what you did. You woke him up."

Sorry, deal's off. Find a less busy kingpin to pester.

#asks #arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane silco #arcane sevika #sevika #sevilco #silco x sevika #silco

[corviids]

So harry and Elliot did a hotd con today and on Twitter everyone is very amused that Elliot hit a growth spurt and is taller than Harry now. It kind of fits in my head Canon that while lucerys is not as bulky or muscular as his brothers, he is quite tall and has a few inches on them.

I also like the idea that in MD when lucerys was 15 and first married aemond he was quite short in comparison. But he hit a late growth spurt and aemond is still taller but lucerys reaches his shoulders now and doesn't have to drag aemond down for a kiss🥰

i saw they both look so nice 🥺🥺🥺 elliot is so tall now 🥺🥺🥺

but yeah, i’ve always imagined luke growing to be tall but he doesn’t pack on muscle, he’s rather lean. i draw him very cute but then am like “yeah he’s like 5’10-5’11” in my mind, lucemond are the tallest in their families so their kids end up being giants (besides poor little naerys)

#asks

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Decoding the Off-Grid Energy Storage Odyssey: A Playful Guide to Market Insights

Greetings, energy aficionados! Let’s embark on an adventure through the intricate universe of off-grid energy storage systems. We’re ditching the tech-heavy talk for a more laid-back and amusing exploration of the Global Off-Grid Energy Storage Systems Market. Get ready for a ride that’s not only informative but also sprinkled with a dash of wit.

The Billion-Dollar Game:

Imagine a market valued at a staggering USD 9.21 billion in 2021, set to hit a mind-blowing USD 33.00 billion by 2030 with a forecasted CAGR of 16.3%. It’s like witnessing a high-stakes poker game with chips worth billions.

The Players:

In this electrifying showdown, we have two contenders — Lithium-ion Battery and Lead-acid Battery. While lithium-ion takes the spotlight, lead-acid is the dark horse, showing unexpected growth. Forget the technical jargon; it’s a battery face-off of superhero proportions!

Market Dynamics:

The plot thickens as we dive into the dynamic world of off-grid energy storage. What’s fueling this spectacle, you ask? Two main attractions — the global embrace of renewable energy and the ever-evolving off-grid landscape. It’s like witnessing a fusion of sustainable power and technological magic.

Regional Rumble:

Our journey takes us across continents — from North America’s growth spurt induced by policies to Europe’s renewable energy feast. The market dance card also includes Asia-Pacific, Latin America, and the Middle East & Africa, making this a truly global spectacle.

Type Wars:

Lithium-ion Battery flexes its muscles, claiming the largest market share, while Lead-acid Battery sprints ahead in the growth race. The ‘others’ category is like the quirky sidekick, trailing behind but still part of the adventure.

Application Extravaganza:

The utility segment steals the spotlight, driven by electrification dreams in remote areas. Meanwhile, the non-residential segment struts its stuff with sophisticated infrastructures demanding energy security. It’s like witnessing a power-packed talent show where everyone wants their moment in the limelight.

Market Dynamics:

Innovation takes center stage as industry players throw their Battery Energy Storage System (BESS) gadgets into the ring. German storage system manufacturer Tesvolt even introduced the TS-I HV 80 battery line, designed to tackle load peaks. Talk about leveling up the game!

Challenges in the Off-Grid Arena:

But, of course, it’s not all sunshine and rainbows in this electrifying spectacle. The rising expansion of the off-grid energy storage business faces the challenge of demanding significant capital investments. As they say, no pain, no gain, right?

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Meet the Heroes and Villains:

Our cast of characters includes industry giants like EnerSys, Samsung SDI, LG, and more. They’re not just names; they’re the superheroes and villains shaping the off-grid energy storage narrative. Cue the dramatic music!

Recent Developments — A Sneak Peek:

In 2023, the Mornington large battery project down under in Australia got the green light, making it the cool kid on the block with its 240 MWp/480 MWh initiative. Bravo, Australia, for embracing the energy revolution!

Conclusion:

And there you have it — a breezy journey through the Global Off-Grid Energy Storage Systems Market. From regional showdowns to type wars and application extravaganzas, it’s a market that’s not just about numbers; it’s about the electrifying journey towards a sustainable and connected future.

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[rubykgrant]

On your gijinka starters from your yellow version, do you have any headcanons in general for them? -The Anon with No Name

If I were to put them in a kinda-sorta normal world setting; they'd all be kids who grew up in different foster homes, then met when they were young, grew up together, and found themselves a family~

Sparky used to act out the most when he was younger, when stress became too difficult. He's learned how to take care of himself, and also found people who actually listen and help when he needs it. His favorite games would be Smash Bros (guess which character he picks haha). He loves spicy and savory food, but also enjoys eating fruit likes apples and blackberries. He was the first of his friends who figured out how to ride a bike without training wheels. He has trouble telling time on clocks and doing complicated math (he eventually figured out this is because of dyscalculia). He's talented with different kinds of art (painting, wood-carving, clay sculpting, all that good stuff)

Bough had some issues feeling depressed as a teen, and while he stills deals with it, he has healed from a lot. He listens to a lot of music the others call "Dad Rock" (oldies, soft rock, folk rock, 80s boppy stuff, etc), and they all laugh about it. He enjoys gardening a lot, and also volunteers at local nature areas to keep them clear of trash. He's the one who's really good at saving money, putting stuff aside for "important things", and also "fun things". He's gotten into a few types of martial arts, nothing extreme, but he knows a little of everything (from boxing to karate). He also loves amusement park/carnival/fair rides (one of the few things he'll spend money a LOT of money on for himself)

Charmer had a punk phase, but in more of a thrill-seeker kind of way... until one day he finally broke a bone in his finger and decided he was DONE. At least, done being unsafe; he still has an adventurous side, but he pays more attention to what he's doing, and makes sure nobody else gets hurt either. He also took some health and rescue classes, so he can help people in an emergency. He's got a little bit of a weird metabolism; sugar hits him HARD, and he needs to eat a LOT or else he loses too much weight. So, he's almost always snacking. He has an interest in airplanes, and starts taking flying lessons. He's pretty good in the garage, and works on fixing motorcycles

Shellshock was always a sweetheart, and used to get picked on a bit as a kid... after a few growth-spurts, the bullies gave it up real fast. He's definitely a gentle giant, but if somebody is being genuinely threatening, he'll stand up for himself or others. His hobbies are baking and swimming; he even has his own little cafe, and it is near several bodies of water (a beach, a lake, and a river; so as long as the weather is nice, he always has a place to swim). He also helps stray/feral kittens get adopted by housing them for a few weeks or a couple of months, so they get used to people, and then finds them homes. Ironically, he enjoys reading horror stories (they range from kids, to YA, to mature. as long as the story is good, he likes them)

thanks for asking~

#anon #ask #answer #pokemon #gijinka

[butwhyduh]

Getting tall

Summary: Damian finally hits his growth spurts and the fam have opinions. Some damijon, timkon, jaytemis, and dickori mentioned.

Damian was an adorable tiny murder baby when he first showed up at the manor. Like a feral kitten. Short end of normal growth at 10 years old and thin too, Dr Leslie found. Make sure he eats 3 square meals and snacks when he wants and he’ll be just fine. Alfred had made it his mission, as he had done for both Jason and Tim, to put weight on Damian.

The first family member he outgrew was Cass. She reached over to ruffle his hair only to reach up above her head rather than below it. She didn’t mind. 5’4 isn’t very tall. She’d just have to remember that the next time they spar. Height wasn’t an important factor to her.

It was a few months later that Damian hit a massive growth spurt and grew 4 inches. He passed by 5’6 Stephanie.

“Hey little dude. What are they puttin in your food, miracle grow?” She asked when she noted how tall he was and how big his feet had gotten. Damian was a bit like the giant puppies all gangly. Alfred was adjusting the Robin costume monthly after Damian rushed to put it on for patrol one day and every time he raised his arms he felt his stomach show. Clothes were constantly being bought that met his newest height increase. The Kents were very appreciative of the barely worn clothing Jon got as Damian went through another pair.

“I’m perfectly normal in growth,” he said pulling on the hem of his shirt that was growing shorter by the day. Stephanie eyed him but left it. Tim hated the height jokes they would make when everyone started passing him in height. Nowadays Tim just rolled his eyes and deferred all short jokes to Bart who Damian was now taller than. Bart didn’t care at all because he was short but he was also at least top 3 faster people ever so who cares right?

For a very short time, Damian was taller than Jon. He liked that. Jon thought it was pretty funny.

“D, I’m going to be taller. My dad and mom are both taller than yours. I’ll be taller in the end,” Jon said with a grin before Damian pushed him off the roof. Jon giggled and stared at Damian with obvious heart eyes. The kid was definitely smitten.

Tim was half an inch taller. He didn’t acknowledge it in any way. But it wasn’t surprising. His mother was tiny, his father lower end of average, and Tim probably skipped too many meals with working during an important growth phase while he was becoming Robin. 5’8.5 is a perfectly normal height for a man. He had an easier time with stealth.

Bruce watched as his son grew more handsome and taller everyday. He recognized things he hadn’t taken the time to see with Dick or Jason and had missed completely with Tim. Aftershave, cologne, and deodorant budget went up exponentially and Damian was barred from bringing any of his shoes in the house and his Robin uniform had to double washed occasionally. He spent far longer in the bathroom doing his hair and agonizing over any spot on his face.

Bruce even once caught Damian do the lean on the doorframe while talking to someone they like when Jon visited once. He had to give the worst birds and bees talk of all time. Bruce also noted how Damian had Talia’s nose and his lip curled the same way hers did when he smiled. He stretched when walking to the breakfast table the same way Dick did.

Damian didn’t get another true growth spurt for 2 years. There was plenty of jokes that he jumped up to his height and didn’t move again. Jon was once again taller than Damian. Alfred was ready this time with the massive amount of food the 15 year old could put away and panels in his costume for easier adjustments.

Talia smiled proudly at her son as he grew taller than her. He was turning out handsome like his father but kept her feature and in her mind, that was the perfect combo. She never told Damian because she didn’t him to grow arrogant.

Dick didn’t notice it right away. He was so busy with Bludhaven and the Titans that he didn’t notice Damian had gotten a full inch taller than him. He only realized when him and Damian practiced a complex move that required a taller and shorter partner while training. They paired up as they always did and the maneuver completely fell apart. Dick was mentally putting together why it failed when Damian walked over and it clicked. Little D was not so little anymore.

“You’re taller than me,” he said brightly. Damian immediately grinned.

“So now you’re little D,” Damian said back. Dick laughed at that one.

“Don’t let it go to your head. I can throw you around like a tilt-a-whirl,” Dick warned. Of course, that’s exactly what happened the next time they sparred when Damian tried to use his height advantage.

“I can beat Jason so don’t think you can beat me just by being bigger,” Dick said standing over Damian who rolled his eyes.

Dick had no problem with Damian getting taller. It was his own height he had a complicated relationship with. See, Dick grew up as an acrobat. Being tall is a disadvantage. More weight to swing, more body to move. And his father had told him growing up that almost every Grayson man has been 5’8. It’s a legacy as strong as flying above the circus crowd.

And so when at 15, Dick was very distraught with the fact that he hadn’t stopped growing at 5’8. It felt like a part of his history and family legacy had died. He wasn’t one of the 5’8 Grayson men. He never told anyone beside Kori, late at night where she told him she loved him tall or small. She had already far outpaced Dick and was on her way to being 6’4.

Duke and Alfred and Damian were the same height for a short while. Duke would joke that he could just wear the Robin’s costume since they were the same size. Damian would threaten to disembowel him if he touched it and that made Duke laugh even more.

When he grew taller Duke once again joked with Damian calling him a not so jolly green giant and Alfred considered his nutrition attempt a complete success. Damian went from a tiny kid to a tall strong young man.

Damian and Jon were practically the same size for a while. Jon barely bent his neck to rest his chin on Damian’s shoulder as his partner worked on a complex mechanical part. Then Jon hit another growth spurt to end in his final height of 6’2, same as Bruce and his father. Damian enjoyed having a taller boyfriend for a while but would never say anything. High school dances were nice.

Bruce could see Damian getting taller and stronger and was practically grown. Dr Leslie warned Bruce that growth could continue until Damian was in his early 20s and he could end up a quite tall young man or stop tomorrow.

Jason liked being the tallest and biggest in the family. He had an entire inch in height on Bruce and was at least 20 lbs heavier. He was built like tank. When Jason had died at 15, he was terrifyingly thin. Alfred had tried his best but Jason had suffered malnutrition and hunger from practically birth. He was short and thin and Dr Leslie had told Bruce he probably always would be. And so when Jason came back to life a giant 6’3 and over 200 lbs, it was a shock. It took him forever to accept his size as anything more than an amour to create fear in his enemies. The first time he had accidentally scared a woman walking in the street at night, Jason had hated that he was so big. But within his family, it had become a source of pride. He was certainly taller than Dick and Alfred and even Bruce.

So when he visited Cass’s birthday party and Jason stood next to Damian and realized that the kid was taller than him, he was a little shocked. Damian had reached his final height of 6’4.

“When the hell did you get so big?” Jason asked while cake was being served. Dick nosed in the conversation.

“Little D is taller than you now,” he said with a teasing grin at Jason.

“And yet you insist on calling me Little D,” Damian said with an eye roll.

“I call him Big D,” Jon said with a smile. Dick blanched and Jason coughed out an awkward laugh.

“Good for you, bro,” he said patting Damian on the back. Jon blushed at the sudden understanding.

“No! I mean- he’s taller than me. I didn’t mean- uh,” Jon stuttered. Damian grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him away from his brothers who were laughing.

“It’s weird you know,” Jason admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

“The fact that he is dating Jon?”

“No, they’ve been together forever. That he’s taller than me,” Jason said.

“Are you- does it bother you that you aren’t the tallest?” Dick asked with a gleeful smile.

“No,” Jason said abruptly.

“It could be like how I learned my little brother was bigger than me,” Dick teased. “All of a sudden you were just massive. My tiny little brother was this big dude. Good thing I’m comfortable with my masculinity.”

“Your girlfriend is like 6 inches taller than you. If that isn’t emasculating then there’s nothing I could do,” Jason answered.

“Yeah, she’s always been taller than me,” Dick said with a fond smile. “You can’t talk with the Amazon you’ve been hanging with.” He pushed Jason’s shoulder with a grin.

“We’re just friends-I guess,” Jason said uncomfortable. “That’s not the same-“

“Well at least Tim will always be our little brother,” Dick changed the subject but mentally noted Jason’s reaction to the mention of Artemis.

“Yeah, he’ll always be a shrimp,” Jason agreed.

“Honestly fuck you both,” Tim said from across the room. With Kon standing next to him he certainly looked tiny.

“Hey, it’s my birthday and I am the shortest and I can still kick all of your butts,” Cassandra reminded them both and they laughed but neither corrected her because they knew she was right.

#batfam #batfamily #dc fanfic #dc batfam #Damian Wayne #damijon #damian wayne x jon kent #Damian al ghul #Cassandra cain #tim drake #tim drake x Kon kent #timkon #Duke thomas #Alfred pennyworth #Talia al ghul #dick Grayson #dickori #dick grayson x koriand’r #Jason todd #Bruce Wayne #jaytemis #jason todd x artemis of bana mighdall

[gottagofastgremlinchild]

Bart Allen Headcanons

Physical: Ok, not a headcanon exactly, but BRING BACK BART'S YELLOW EYES DC YOU COWARDS. He has GIANT floofy hair, which people are always commenting on. Little do they know the reason it can defy gravity like that is because Bart is constantly full of static electricity. He starts off smaller than Tim, with Tim at 5'1 and Bart at 4'9, but hits a growth spurt and outgrows him, with Tim at 5'5 and Bart at 5'6 1/2. Bart is very skinny, about 80 pounds at first, although he eventually grows to be 150 (not counting his hair). His feet are freaking huge, he wears size 12 shoes, but thankfully sticks at that size and semi-grows into his feet. When he's been in the sun a lot he gets a bazillion little sun freckles all over him. I think he doesn't really care about gendered clothing and mostly just wears boys clothes because they're more practical.

Mental: Listen he is ADHD ok. Like, how can you possibly look at that child and say he's nuerotypical? He probably has Autism as well, and I bet he stims at superspeed. Max is from the past, so he probably doesn't know about things like that. I headcanon all the speedster as having ADHD though, so I think it's one of those situations where the parent is like, "No no no, that's perfectly normal, I went through the same thing as a kid." It isn't until they move in with Helen that someone is like, "Hey maybe we should get Bart tested for ADHD?" so Max reads up on it, and is like. "Oh." As for sexuality/gender, I really don't think Bart fully understands the concept of gender. Interlac has a lot more words for stuff like that, and Bart's pronouns don't really translate into English well. He doesn't care much, though. He likes whoever he likes, gender's not a factor. Unfortunately he lives in Alabama, so his classmates aren't the most accepting. He accidentally outs himself and faces a lot of taunting and bullying that he doesn't fully understand the reason for.

Bart, sitting at the dinner table: Hey Max?

Max: What?

Bart: Some kids at school called me a f*****, what does that mean?

Max: *protective paternal instincts activated*

Anyways there are lots of angry phone calls and the bullying mostly stops. Then soon afterwards the whole thing with XS happens and Bart is the coolest kid in school so the fact that he's queer actually helps a lot of other kids come out since people at school are now willing to overlook it.

Other: Bart's speech patterns are really, really weird. He talks in a stereotypical southern accent but also like he's a kid in an old cartoon, with a side of swearing and violent threats

Bart, yelling at a villain: Aw, you think you're so tough! Well I got news for you shithead, y'aint shit! I oughtta tear your kneecaps out, how wouldja like that Mister!?!

The Villain, trembling: Please just take me to jail.

Max keeps trying and failing to stop Bart from cursing. He even makes a swear jar that fails because Bart doesn't get an allowance and therefore never has any money. Bart starts putting in cool rocks that he found as payment instead.

#bart allen #impulse #max mercury #flashfam #max crandall #flash fam #flash family #flashfam headcanons #flash fam headcanons #flash family headcanons #autistic bart allen #adhd bart allen #adhd max Mercury #adhd speedsters #all speedters have adhd #sorry #didn't put anything about the prosthetic knee bc it would have made it too long #i have thoughts about that plotline and most of them are angry ones #i do not like it #i like the knee thing tho #don't like how it's never mentioned again 🙄

[fatiguing-thoughts]

“Natural” - Chapter Two - Embry Call x Reader

Day of Normalcy

I went home a little more awake then when I left. I helped my dad unpack some more stuff while I had some energy. We talked about my day with the guys as we set up the house. 

“I’m glad that you’re so happy again. It’s like the real (Y/N) is back.” He smiled at me.

“It feels like it, too. I’m so happy to be back. It almost feels like we never left.” I smile back at him. 

“It looks to be that way.”

I look over at the clock, it’s a little past three in the morning. 

“I think we should call it quits for tonight. It’s pretty much done, because the movers doing a lot of the work.” I yawn. 

“Of course. Goodnight, hun.” 

We both retreated to our rooms. 

I plopped down on my bed, looking at the ceiling, wondering about tomorrow.

What’s it going to be like to see Embry for the first time in person in years? 

My mind races for a few minutes, thinking of every possibility. I look at my phone, I got a message from Embry a few hours ago. 

I open the message, it was a link to a new song he wanted me to listen to. I smiled to myself, pressing play. As the song played, I fell into a deep slumber. 

I woke up to the smell of pancakes coming from downstairs. I followed the aroma into the kitchen. 

“Thanks, dad.” I grab a plate and sit down at the table next to him. “You got it, kid.” He looks up from the newspaper. 

“What’s your plan for the day?” I ask. 

“Well, I’m going to see Billy and Harry today. I think we might go fishing.” 

“Oh, nice. That’s fun.” 

“What about you?” He sips his coffee. 

“I’m going to surprise Embry. Probably hang out with all the guys.” 

“Oh, Embry, huh?” He looks at me with a knowing face.

“Dad, please.” I beg. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll stop teasing you about your crush.” He says, putting his hands up in the air, false surrendering.

“Dad!” I exclaim, blushing like a maniac. 

He smiles before putting his dishes in the dishwasher, walking upstairs to go get ready for his guys day. 

I followed suit, I had to get ready to see everyone. 

I walked upstairs to find a missed call from Jake. I called him back as I started looking for something to wear. 

“Hey, (Y/N). You should come to my house at 11:30. We’re gonna be playing video games. Just walk into the house.” He says over the phone. 

“Alright, sounds like a plan.” I hang up the phone. 

It was daunting to figure out what to wear, I worried about seeing Embry. I dug through all my clothes. 

By the end of it, I decided on some jeans, a pair of vans, and a moderately flattering black t-shirt. 

Yeah, I knew this would happen. Searching through clothes to only pick out the most casual and boring outfit ever. I grab a hoodie, just in case I stay out later with them and it gets cold. 

I look at the clock, it’s only 11. I had a few more minutes to kill before the twenty minute drive so I decided to stop at a little convenience store and grab some of our favorite snacks. 

I pull into the lot and walk into the little store. I grab a few bags of chips, including two bags of blue doritos as they reign supreme, and regular potato chips for Quil-- because he’s weird. 

I put the bags into my passenger seat and begin the exciting, yet agonizing drive. I decided to listen to Embry and I’s shared playlist, hoping it would calm my nerves. 

I pull in front of Jake’s house once again, nerves returning into my stomach. I approach the front door and hear a few screaming boys. I easily recognized Embry’s from the last time we spoke on the phone, and it was even better in person. 

I push the door open, walking in casually and putting the bags of chips on the table. 

Only Jacob tore his eyes from the screen, smiling at me. 

“Wow, you guys are pretty distracted, huh?” I joke. 

Quil and Embry’s heads snap up in my direction. Quil was smiling at me, looking back to Embry to see a reaction. 

Embry’s face flashed through so many emotions. Confusion, surprise, happiness, and then what I could only describe as a state of shock. His mouth slightly agape, eyebrows slightly raised. Our eyes refused to break away from each other. He dropped the controller in his hands. I felt a force pushing all around me, almost suffocating me. Though, I felt no pain. I felt serene, this was a positive feeling. I dropped the bags of chips that were once in my arms. 

“We called it.” Quil says aloud, snapping me out of it. 

“Hey.” I smile to Embry.

“(Y/N). Hi.” Embry says, getting up from his spot to hug me. 

He hugs me, and it felt so different than any other hug I’ve ever received. While it felt to reunite and hug Jake and Quil, it didn’t compare to how hugging Embry felt. Though, he too felt like he was burning hot. 

I guess my feelings weren’t gone, nor were they planning to leave any time soon. I was overwhelmed with my feelings towards Embry, I could only hope he had felt at least a fraction of what I felt. 

After what felt like forever, he let me go after hearing Quil and Jake mumbling about something back on the couch. 

“What?” I ask them, looking behind Embry.

“Nothing.” Jake winks at me, the blushing returned to my cheeks. 

“How are you?” Embry asks me.

“I’m really happy to be back. How are you?” I ask him, looking into his deep, chocolate brown eyes. 

“I’m great. I’m so happy you’re back. You’re back for good, right?” He asks, eyes pleading with mine.

“Yes, I’m back for good.” I smile at him. 

“You got really tall, too. What the hell did I miss?” I ask, wondering how everyone I knew suddenly turned into giants. 

“I did get tall. It seems like you’re the only one who missed the memo, bean.” Embry lightly laughs at me. 

I blushed at the nickname. The one he gave me years ago, when he hit his first growth spurt at 15, making fun of me who didn’t grow past 5’2”, when he hit 5’10. 

Now the kid’s gotta be 6’4”. Quil was a few inches shorter than Embry, but Jacob still had some  inches on Embry. Embry looked way more muscular than the last time I had seen him, but still more of a lean build than Jake and Quil. It would take some time to swallow how different they all look, now. They weren’t the scrawny kids I remember. 

“So, can I have some of those chips?” Quil asks, breaking the tension in the air. 

“Oh shit, sorry. Yeah.” I bend down, picking up the bags of chips off the floor. 

Embry looked at Quil, eyes narrowing at him. Quil smiles back at him, like a kid who stole candy from a baby. 

I walk his plain old potato chips over to him, earning a thank you and appreciative fist bump. 

“You wanna get destroyed in smash bros?” Jacob offers me a controller. 

“I’d love to destroy you all in smash bros, yes.” I smirk, taking the controller from his hands. Embry puts the bags of blue doritos on the table, taking one for himself. 

Jake and I start playing, I glance over at the bag of doritos, before turning my attention back to the screen-- determined to beat Jacob. 

“You want a chip?” Embry offers.

“Yes please.” I smile. 

“Okay, open.” He puts the chip into my mouth, causing me to blush from shyness. 

I see him smirking at my blushing out of the corner of my eye. 

I focus my attention on the game once more, killing Jacob’s character for the third time-- winning the game.

“Hah!” I exclaim, jumping out of my seat in excitement. 

“Cheater.” He grumbles. 

“You wish, Jake.” I laugh. 

Jake’s phone begins to ring on the table. Bella’s name flashing on the screen. 

I begin to wonder if he still had his crush on her, or if they were together now. Though, I think that he would have mentioned it. 

“Oh shit. What time is it?” He asks, getting ready to pick up his phone. 

“Only like noon.” I tell him.

“Hello? Yeah I’m still good for one. That works. I’ll see you soon.” He hangs up the phone.

“Gonna torture yourself some more, bud?” Quil teases. 

Ouch. That’s gotta hurt.

“Shut up, Quil.” Jacob snaps. 

“What’s going on with her? You still have a crush on her, right?” I ask him with comforting eyes. 

“You could also call it, hopelessly head over heels in love with Bella, actually.” Quil snarkily remarks. 

“Shut it.” Jacob snaps. 

I look at Jake, hoping for him to talk to me. 

“Uh yeah, things are complicated.” His voice lingering with sorrow and disappointment, his eyes moving from mine to his feet.

I looked over to Embry, who wore the same sad, empathetic face as me. Our eyes connected in grief for our friend suffering with the girl he loves. 

“I’m sure you’ll figure it out, Jake. You always do. What’s going on?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder. 

“She’s dating Edward Cullen. That’s the issue here. He’s got his cold hands wrapped so tight around her.” He says angrily. 

“I don’t know who that is, but I am sure he’s not like you. Maybe she’ll come around one day, if he’s so bad she’ll probably see that eventually.” I try supporting him. 

“No, believe me. If she hasn’t left yet, she never will. There’s a lot going on there.” Quil says. 

Jacob’s face growing more upset by the minute made me sick. I hated to see someone I considered my best friend to be so upset. A pit in my stomach began to form. 

“Well, then there’s someone better for you out there. Don’t hold out on someone who doesn’t appreciate your true value.” I rub his back a bit, trying to ease him. 

I see Embry grow a bit uncomfortable for a second, until I look at him and he smiles at me. 

“I know, it’s just easier said than done.” He says, still not looking up from the ground. 

“I know, I understand. You deserve more than this. You’re so young, you have so much time to find someone. You’re sweet, handsome, caring, tall, and one of the funniest guys I know. Anyone would be lucky to have you, Jake. Don’t let one girl kill your self-esteem.” I wrap my arm around his shoulder now, as I watch a single tear fall from his face. 

“It just hurts.” He says, leaning into me. His large head almost feels like it’s bruising my shoulder, but if it helps him, it helps. 

“I know, bud. I know.” I tell him. 

He rubs his face with his hands, standing up and walking to the door.

“Wanna go throw the football?” He invites us all.

“Yeah.” We all respond in unison. 

I get up, Embry following close behind me; seemingly watching my every move. 

I could get used to this.

Quil comes out last, shutting the door. Jacob grabs the football and throws it to Embry, very hard. I make a mental note to not let Jacob throw me the ball. 

Embry turns to me, throwing it swiftly, seemingly softer than Jacob’s throw but still enough to make me wince. 

A look of guilt and apologeticness flooded his facial features. 

“Sorry!” He yells, running over to me.

“It’s ok, I’m fine.” I throw the ball to Quil as hard as I can, not even getting a fraction of the force the boys had with their throws. How did they throw like that? 

“Are you sure? Are you okay, bean?” He asks me, almost frantic. 

I blushed at the nickname once again, as it brought chills to my spine. 

“Yeah, Em. I’ll be okay.” I smile at him. 

“Bean, you’re already bruising.” He said, looking sadly at the new spot forming on your arm, holding it delicately in his hands. 

“Em, I have always bruised like a peach. I’m sure it could have happened from anything.” I look up into his pleading eyes, watching his worries melt away. 

What was going on? Does he feel the same way? I wonder. 

“Okay sap fest, we were trying to throw around the football to have fun. Not to make me sick!” Quil interrupts, making fake puking noises. 

Jacob smiles slightly, almost laughing. It made me happy to see him feeling a little better after how he was in the house not too long ago. 

They continued to throw the ball around, throwing it way more intense than I thought possible. I decided to sit out after noticing how rough they all were, more how they don’t seem to notice how rough they got with each other-- how it doesn’t seem to even hurt them at all. 

We all talked about stupid nonsense, like debating on which cartoon characters would win in a fight, cars, and other time eating subjects. 

Soon after, I heard an old truck pulling up to Jacob’s house. Bella Swan got out of the driver’s seat, walking over to us. 

“Hey everyone.” She says shyly, hands in her pockets. 

All the guys gave her a hello in unison.

“Hey Bella, how’ve you been?” I ask her. 

“Oh wow, (Y/N). You’re back? No way. I’m good, how are you?” She asks, walking over to give me a hug. 

I hug her back for a few seconds before pulling away. 

“I’m doing great, I’m happy to be back. It’s nice to see you again, it’s been like what, almost ten years?” I ask, trying to make polite conversation as the guys would not do that simple notion out of awkward feelings. 

“Yeah, that’s nuts. I can’t believe that.” She says shaking her head in disbelief. 

“Are you ready to go?” Jake asks her, smiling at the both of us. 

“Yeah, sure.” She looked over at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. 

“Great. I’ll see you guys soon.” He waves back at us. 

“Bye everyone. It was good to see you, (Y/N).” She smiles softly at me. 

“You too.” I smile before turning and walking back over to Quil and Embry. 

“So what now?” I ask them, ready for almost anything. 

“Well, we could go cliff diving.” Quil suggests. 

“No we can’t.” Embry said quickly. 

“Why not?” Quil exclaims. 

“She can’t do that. She’ll get hurt. Or drown. And she’s afraid of heights, remember?” Embry looked at Quil like he had five heads. 

“Oh shit, yeah. Almost forgot.” Quil had a look of realization on his face. 

He remembers I’m afraid of heights. 

“Where do you guys go cliff diving?” I ask.

“We can show you, but we’re not doing it.” Embry tells me. 

“Well, that works I guess. We can include that in our day.” I shrug.

“Oh, that reminds me. I should go help Sam.” Quil says. 

“You guys still didn’t fix that pipe?” I ask him. 

“Pipe?” Embry asks. 

“Yeah, Embry. The pipe that was leaking yesterday. You and Paul tried to fix it, but couldn’t. Then Jacob and I went and fixed it after last night.” He looks at him with stern eyes. 

“Oh yeah. That pipe. It’s been a long week for me.” Embry laughs. 

I look between the both of them, wondering what was wrong with them. 

“Yeah. So Paul came and got you. Did you guys fix it or is it still leaking?” I ask again. 

“No we fixed it. I just told him I would help him clean and fix everything else up from the leak.” Quil said. 

“Ah I see.” I raise my eyebrows at him. 

“You saw Paul last night?” Embry questions. 

“Yeah after you guys left Sam’s.” I tell him. 

He nods his head, seemingly like the gears are starting to turn in his head. 

“Okay, well when you guys are done lying to me about all of this, let me know what’s actually going on.” I snicker. 

“I gotta go.” Quil runs away into the treeline of the woods, assumingly off to Sam’s house. 

I watch him go, before turning my attention to Embry, who is seemingly looking at anything except for me. He keeps looking around between the trees, the ground, and the clouds. 

“Em?” I ask.

“Yeah?” 

“What’s going on?” 

“Please, not yet.” 

“Not yet?” 

“Just, please. Trust that I will tell you soon. When the time is right. You just got back and I don’t wanna lose you.” 

“Em, why would you lose me? You could never lose me.” I say, walking closer to him. 

“I don’t know, it’s… it’s a lot. I’m really happy to have you back. Let’s just hang out, spend some time together. Maybe later, please?” 

His eyes were begging me to just agree, and I couldn’t say no. 

“Okay, yeah. That’s fine. Just please, don’t leave me in the dark too long. I already feel like I was for two years. Now that I’m back I want it all to be transparent with everyone again. I don’t wanna feel like I’m left in the dark again, Em.” I look up to his chocolate brown eyes, feeling like I could see his soul. 

“I won’t, I promise. I just… I want to see you, bean. I want the way you see me now to stay, I don’t want to see you lose the light in your eyes when you look at me.

“Embry, I don’t think that’s even possible. You have such a special place in my heart, you have a soul like no other.” I smile up at him. 

He pulled me into another rib-crushing hug, as comforting as it was painful. 

“Em, you’re kinda hurting me.” I whimper out. 

“Shit, sorry. I’ll be better with that.” He looks at me apologetically. 

“It’s okay. But we should probably leave Jake’s backyard and find something to do, or somewhere else to go.” I suggest, realizing how we’re just standing in the yard alone. 

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s go to the cliff. And then I wanna bring you somewhere else, but that’s a surprise.” His smile gleamed vibrantly. 

“Okay, sounds like a plan.” I blush at the thought of a surprise. 

We begin walking to my car before he speaks up again. 

“It almost feels like we were never apart. I know we talked a lot on the phone, but it feels like you never left. Ya know, being with you feels just as comfortable; just the same.” He smiles at me, as he opens my car door for me. 

“I know, it’s a nice feeling. It feels… right.” I look at his beautiful face, beaming with happiness. 

He directed me to the cliff where they would jump from. As we walked out onto it, my jaw almost hit the floor. 

“Embry, you jump from up here?” I ask, almost dying of shock. 

“Yeah. Most others jump from the lower level. We dive from up here, though.” He looks at me, smiling awkwardly. 

“How do you not… die? I see what you meant now. I probably would die.” I say, cautiously peeking over the edge of the cliff. 

Embry grabs ahold of my waist gently, steadying both my balance and my nerves. 

“It’ll all make sense soon. You wouldn’t die going down with one of us though. If we went down together, you’d be fine, bean.” He smiled sweetly at me.

“How? I’m going to need an explanation sooner rather than later because nothing makes sense anymore.” I chuckled, looking down at my feet. 

“Well, I’d be able to swim against the rough water, I can get us back up to the surface quickly, and most of all-- I’m just that great.” He said with his cheeky grin. 

“Oh I keep forgetting about how great you are.” I mock lightly. 

“(Y/N), I promise I’ll explain to you tonight. I just want a day of normalcy with you. Then I’ll answer any question you have.” His eyes looked deep into mine, digging into my soul.

“Okay, Em. Let’s have some fun. Let’s go to your surprise place.” I smiled at him. 

“Okay.” He grabbed my hand, pulling me to the car. The way his massive hands held mine, felt like two pieces of a puzzle finally coming together. I never wanted him to let go, Embry’s touch was intoxicating. 

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I hope you guys enjoy this series I’m doing. It happened after I spun off of something else I was writing. I hope you enjoy, please give some feedback!

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#embry call #embry call x reader #embry call fanfiction #jacob black #Quil Ateara #jared cameron #paul lahote #sam uley #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #twilight #twilight fanfiction #twilight x reader #wolf pack x reader #wolf pack #embry call imagine

[liquid-luck-00]

The death we never knew 1

Part 1

@maribatmarch-2k21 Day 13: Reverse Robins

This is a two parter, Part 2, I ended up writing Death while writing today’s prompt and I decided to do both off the same idea also here ya go

Ao3

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How did this happen. One minute he is sitting down in blissful silence along with his younger siblings and Father. When a blue portal opens in the middle of the room. Two figures walked out one with pink hair and a white and blue bunny suit. The other was smaller, much smaller, was dressed in black and green resembling a cat.

"I don't see why we had to jump into another timeline, Bunnix," the toddler cat spoke.

"Because whether or not you like it, Hellcat, you can't fight that size or age." the rabbit, Bunnix, answered. "There is too much strain on you by the miraculous."

"Fine," Hellcat walked towards Damian. "Plagg, claws in." In a flash of green there stood a toddler version of Damian. A miniature cat appeared and flopped on mini Damian's head, mini Damian then fed the cat a slice of cheese and addressed big Damian, removing the ring on his finger. "This is the Miraculous of the Black Cat; with it you gain the power of Destruction. You will use it to help Ladybug and the court to defeat the akuma. The cure will return you here afterwards."

"What the bat is going on!" Jason yelled.

Mini Damian had snuck his ring on Big Damian's hand. "Say Plagg, claws out." Big Damian repeated and in a flash of green appeared to be in a more complex version of Hellcat. "To use your power, say 'cataclysm' and whatever you touch will be destroyed."

"Enough of the tutorial, come on Hellcat senior." Bunnix grabbed him and pulled him through the portal.

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"Brought you an older Hellcat, LB, I'll keep an eye out."

"Thanks, Bunnix." A girl in black and red spoke up. "Just cause your older now doesn't mean you get to slack off Shamsei (my sun). So..."

He ended up cutting her off.

"Qamari (my moon) how are you alive?" silence, from the bats and the court members present.

"Care to explain Demon Spawn." Red Hood broke the silence.

"Todd, when did you get your growth spurt. I think your close to my height." He apparently mused aloud.

"Oh, I remember those days, Jay was so cute." An older vigilante in black with a blue bird spoke up slinging an arm over Hood. His voice, posture, and mannerisms reminded him of.

"Grayson, I am so confused." He really was Grayson was the youngest and was Robin not whatever his name is here.

"Bunnix pulled you from another timeline. One where all of our ages were reversed, except Tim's, and." Mari began to explain.

"Hey!" Red Robin yelped indignantly.

Nightwing, Red Hood, Hellcat, and Ladybug chorused. "Middle child."

Red Robin mumbled a soft 'fair' before quieting down again.

"But also, one where I'm dead, so can you explain please?" she finished.

He explained what he remembered, he always kept in contact with his sister, but letters were slow, and that brought up a very valid question.

"Who is Hawkmoth do you remember, was it ever stated?" Red Robin and Honeybee asked together.

"Gabriel Agreste."

"This ends today. We are going to ignore the Akuma."

"What?! No! Bug!" the entire court began.

"The akumas are a symptom, Hawkmoth, Gabriel is the disease." He reasoned.

"Do you have the camera's ready Oracle?" Ladybug asked.

"Ready when you are."

The two teams broke from the table and made their way to the Agreste Mansion. It was pitiful the defense as it was bypassed easily with Fennec's illusion.

"Where to now?" someone asked.

"Office, portrait." Viperion answered.

"Follow me? Fennec led and Viperion activated the secret lift down.

The court went down while the Bats found a secondary way in, giant opening window anyone.

Again, it was almost pathetic with their combined forces they were able easily take him down and remove the broach. Unfortunately, it wasn't as easy as putting on the broach and recalling the akuma. so, the court recharged and left to deal with a rampaging akuma. The Bats stayed to hand Gabriel over.

Without Hawkmoth the Akuma wouldn't listen to the new holder. But since the two teams disappear after Hellcat was hit and didn't return. To say the citizens were mad was an understatement. They stormed the court so fast after the battle Ladybug didn't have time to cast her cure.

Insults and accusations bombarded the heroes. Every time one tried to speak; they were cut off again.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" Ladybug finally broke, screaming to the crowd. Damian may not have seen his little sister in years, even if she is older than him here, but he will never forget that look, stance, and tone, the air of the Princess of Assassins.

"Now that it is quiet." She may have looked pleasant and inviting but her tone spoke that if you spoke or did not listen you will meet your end. "This will be the last time this Miraculous court will be active in Paris. We may remain active if we wish, but so long as we live, we will not aid the people of Paris, for this outburst is not your first. The reason we did not return immediately, although your actions do not warrant me saying this, is that Hawkmoth has been captured and stripped of his miraculous. Batman and his partners aided us in this endear and are waiting for police to pick up Gabriel Agreste and all information against him. Now the only reason I am going to cast this cave is to get my brother back. It has been a pleasure fighting alongside you Shadowcat."

"You do realize I'm your brother too." he remarked.

"You’re from another timeline."

"Same difference." She rolled her eyes at him. "It was an honor Ladybug."

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She cast her cure and Shadowcat was replaced by a correctly aged Hellcat.

"What did I miss?" Hellcat asked.

"We'll catch you up. Let's go." The court left the citizens paralyzed. They were free from Hawkmoth, but they pushed their heroes away. The court however were free to be kids again. The fact that many joined the teen Titians and Young Justice teams seemed natural to them. But everyone knew none of the court would put on a mask in Paris ever again.

Part 2

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Permanent Taglist: @itsmeevie01 @adrestar @miraculouspenta @vixen-uchiha

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #dc x miraculous #miraculous x dc #maribatmarch2021 #daminette #bio!dad bruce

[goldfish-gay]

Percy Jackson head cannons I have that are 100% not just me projecting

When he’s old enough Percy rarely drinks, and if he does it’s never more then a full glass

Percy and annabeth end up adopting instead of having their own kids. Their plan was to adopt no matter what, but ended up adopting two super young halfbloods who’s parents 💫died💫

Will had so many sexuality crisis that at one point someone asked what he was and he simply said “fucking, bill nye.” And walked away

Hazel cusses like a sailor but will give you the mom look and tell you “language” if you curse

Nicos hair is actually quite curly (very lose curls , almost wavy but trust me it’s curly) but due to the years of not taking care of both himself and his hair it looks almost straight. Then one day a while after toa he gets out of the shower and it drys curly, he doesn’t even know until will makes a comment

Compared to people his age nico is pretty tall and has been his whole life, he hits a growth spurt right after the giant war then he pretty much stops growing then everyone else passes him in hight. Except for will and hazel and he refers to them as his token short friends

Annabeth hates physical touch after Thalia goes all tree ,like she absolutely despises it. but she is horribly touch starved and guess what? Her love language also happens to be touch. That is until a kid name Percy comes around. They are the kind of friends that can be seen at any given moment holding hands, or with ones head resting on the others shoulder, but have they ever hugged? When pigs fly.

Percy cycles through jackets, every 8 months or so there he gets attached to a jacket/hoodie and he will only wear that jacket (unless it’s absolutely Nessisary for him to wear a different) sally thought he would grow out of the phase but he’s 18 years old and has been living in one of his old hoodies for the last 3 months.

Annabeth has slight sensory issues that mainly surround clothing. Tight pants, you’ll rarely see her in them. Most her shirts are mens cut because she hates how most women’s shirts are cut, on top of that all her t-shirts either have the collar cut off or stretched out. Any kind of wrist jewelry, never she won’t even wear hair bands on her wrist. 

Jason once broke open his lip scar while training with his javilan (yo spelling) some how managed to smack himself right in the mouth, oh it was also 7am in the morning and he couldn’t talk for the rest of the day. (Yes this is VERY specific)

#pjo #hoo #percy jackson #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #will solace #percabeth #hazel levesque #jason grace #fun fact I share a birthday with bill nye #also anyone knows how to spell that work let me know auto correct is useless

[river-bottom-nightmare]

I loved your post about how Dick's height should, really, only be 5'7 MAX. It's just so fun to imagine Tim and Damian growing up and then, one day, realizing they have to look DOWN to see their older brother. Even if Tim and Damian aren't too tall themselves, they're not, what, 5'3? 5'4? (I'm 5'0 so if that seems a little too short sue me.) They probably wouldn't say anything but would give eachother looks whenever Dick starts lecturing them and they notice his heads tilts up a bit. Jason never really registered it since he was gone for 6 years or something and when he notices he's just like, "Huh." Because it's not just an inch or two, it's AT LEAST six. And he used to look up to Dick. All of them did. What was this madness? (1/4)

Bruce would never notice since Dick has always been small to him and he himself is a freaking giant. At least not until one day, Dick is side by side to a villain, decked out in his Nightwing suit, and his protective father instincts come in and go, "He's so SMALL. Has he always been that small?" And then it just hits him that... Yes. Dick has always been that small and he wasn't gonna get any bigger now that he was officially done with his growth spurts. And then the guy just spends the next few weeks or so being overbearing towards all his kids. Alfred, meanwhile, had always been aware of Dick's height since initially he assumed the boy wasn't eating enough. But a quick check in with the doctor assured him that no, it was just genetics. (2/4)

And then all the other superheroes start taking notice of it. A select few of the Justice League have always been aware of Dick's size, but it was just kind of normal after so many years. It's the newer heroes that make a deal out of it. Because... he's such a good leader, he's so well respected, he's a great detective and teammate, and- oh wait, he just jumped off of that ledge and he barely reaches my chin, how is no one else seeing this? The same goes for the villains. Nightwing spends so much time in the air, leaping over their heads and across their bodies, that when they do notice his height there's always a second of confusion. (3/4)

The day someone DOES confront Dick about how tall he is in some offhand comment, he just shrugs and says, "I'm an aeriaist." If the guy/gal was rude he invites them to a spare and then proceeds to knock them out.

Short-Dick Grayson is just too fun. I mean, I also enjoy the thought of a Tall-Dick Grayson just making things work and then smaller heroes being like wtf? How did that work? He's trying to defy gravity AND the rules of his own body? Better if someone like Wally tries to copy him being all like, "Well our body types are pretty similar"- but that's not what this was about. Thank you for the content! (4/4)

hiya babe i need you to be my new best friend because i agree with every single part of this

here’s the link to the little meta i wrote on dick’s height. it’s not so much as this ask, which is an incredible set of hcs on how dick being short is in the hero community. it’s more of a meta behind dick’s height and the relation to his aerial. but all of this AHHHHH YES

while i’m not sure he’ll ever be shorter than tim, since both of those two are Smol, but damian, cass, steph, and jason? DEFINTELY. them just suddenly realizing, while dick is lecturing about not using proper grip holds and how bad that is, that dick is tipping his head up to yell at them.

and people are always so shocked because dick’s constantly flipping and moving and jumping and climbing so it really doesn’t set in that he comes up to your shoulder until he’s staring you in the face and they’re like w h a t bc on one hand they’ve seen nightwing take down some major players before and he can beat most anyone at hand to hand combat and he’s a certified badass but on the other hand oh my god he’s t i n y.

tbh i’d ramble about this more but you already touched on most of it feel free to come into my inbox any time i need more drabbles like this

#dick grayson is Short #and this is the hill i will die on #dick grayson #nightwing #dc

[ridiasfangirlings]

Minoru loves Saruhiko. He asks Yata if he likes girls. (W-well I'm a boy after all so-) Okay! He runs to Saruhiko and hugs him. I like you! Please be my boyfriend! (Oi! Get someone your own size!) Yata stumbles at is less and instead of saying age, he said size. To which Minoru reasons that Yata is not growing any taller so you just have to wait for me to grow a few more years! And Saru snickering from the statement get someone your own size.

I'm also taking this as headcanon that once he's hit the puberty growth spurt Minoru eventually ends up taller than Yata and Yata secretly is so mad about this, like even his own kid brother is taller than him. Like imagine post-ROK now that Yata's going to see his family more often and bringing Fushimi along Minoru's suddenly feeling the pangs of having his very first crush be constantly at his house. He tries to seem all cool and stuff so Saruhiko will like him, of course with Fushimi you can't really tell since he's mostly nonverbal when everyone's making small talk during dinner. Minoru kinda wants to see if he has a chance but he's also not sure if Yata and Fushimi are dating, like Yata's never officially introduced Fushimi as his boyfriend but they also seem pretty close too.

Finally Minoru decides that he at least needs to give it a try and maybe it's just like Yata, Fushimi and the kids in the house because Yata's parents stepped out for a bit. Minoru gets Yata alone and he's like hey I just wanted to ask something. He can't quite bring himself to ask if Yata and Fushimi are dating so he finally manages to mumble out a question, wondering if Yata likes girls. Yata takes this the wrong way and thinks he's like going to be outed by his own brother or something so he gives this sheepish laugh all 'well, I am a guy after all so--'. Minoru figures that's good enough so he's like great I'm gonna try and ask Saruhiko out, Yata's like wait what now. Minoru strides right back out into the living room and asks Fushimi to be his boyfriend, Fushimi raises an eyebrow and that's when Yata comes running in like hey get someone your own size kid.

Fushimi has an even higher eyebrow raise at that and Yata tries to stumble out 'wait I didn't mean size I meant--' and Minoru cuts him off like in that case you're fine if I date Saruhiko right. Yata's like I didn't mean that and anyway you're not his size yet either. Minoru's like yeah but I'm already almost your height and I've got another growth spurt coming so I'm gonna eventually be his size, you're not getting any bigger though. Yata starts sputtering and Minoru grins like see, so if that's the problem give me another year or two and then I can ask Fushimi out again, Yata's like don't you even try it. They're both shocked quiet though a second later when they hear this soft laughter and they both realize that Fushimi's just quietly laughing, clearly enjoying this too much and actually looking all happy. Yata gets a little red-faced like w-well just because I'm not his size doesn't mean anything and Minoru's all yeah and I'll be more his size. Fushimi's probably like he's right Misaki you aren't my size are you, this giant shit-eating grin on his face and Yata's like no one asked you dammit (and eventually Yata has to admit that he and Fushimi are actually dating, Fushimi however is ever going to let him forget that 'date someone your own size' comment).

#sarumi #talking K #okay yes this is headcanon now #Minoru is taller than Yata and Yata is SO MAD about it #imagine Megumi ends up being a tall girl too #like not quite as tall as Yata but close enough that he's secretly devastated #like why are all my siblings taller than me this is so unfair #and Fushimi thinks it is absolutely hilarious and isn't shy about saying so

[tricewithaz]

Don't be shy give us your short Zoya and tall Nikolai hcs

You mean like how she likes to sit om the table so she can at least look somewhere close to his eyes? Cause I have a few

My favourite one being Nikolai suddenly hitting a massive growth spurt at like, 17 and not being aware of his size now but everyone around him is like what the fuck???? Poor boy gets sick for two days and suddenly hes a giant and keeps on hitting doors and missing seats cause hes not used to this. He was already tall as a kid, taller than most, but for some reason this still comes as a surprise. When he sees Vasily for the first time after that his soul DROPS.

Zoya on the other hand really hoped to grow tall, her mom was tall, her aunt was relatively tall too. Not super tall like some fjerdan girls but poor girl hoped to reach 165 😔. And then she didn't. Not like it affected her spectacular looks or her intimidating ways, in fact if anything having such a small person look at you like shes going to kill you in less than a second is scarier when said tiny person can very easily cut your balls off with a nail from where shes standing. But being the tiny general to a gigantic king looks ridiculous. Imagine how it looks in paintings and photographies. She always has to be standing and quite honestly Zoya is not a model or a muse and she normally wears heels. This is not good. Andthe composition is always wacky. His legs are too long. She doesnt reach his shoulder. Its a hazard.

Oh, yeah, Nikolais legs are looooooong and he never knows where to put them 😔Not like hes straight anyways but if hes not in a meeting or an event, he just doesnt sit right. His legs are always all over the place, all the time. Its kind of uncomfortable when it comes to carriages. When getting clothes tailored for him the tailors arw always surprised and need to get more measuring tape and fabric. Not too much, but enough that its inconvenient.

There will definetely come a time when Zoya wears Nikolai's shirt. It's hUGE. The collar falls down her shoulder and the hem reaches to her knees. He finds it incredibly attractive. Its a mix of things, the fact that its rare to see Zoya not all put together, the fact that shes tiny, the fact that thats HIS shirt shes wearing. She also uses his wool jumpers sometimes, theyre big and cozy enough to warm her up.

Another one of my favourite ones is that he doesnt fit in her bed 😶. Its not.... small..... like its definetely a bit too big for her, which makes it comfortable.... but its not big enough for him. The hook up at her place sometimes and then Nikolai has to sleep in the weirdest positions cause his feet go over the end of it 😔😔😔 On the other hand Zoya loves sleeping into the afternoon at Nikolai's cause its HUUUUGE.

She also hides behind him when its inconvenient for her to see someone 💀💀 hes huge and shes tiny so it works perfectly 💀💀💀💀

help thats a lot lmao

#ask #ask box #answered #zoyalai #hc

[ignify-caligo]

hello!! i’m loving all ur hcs for marceau SO much, maybe ☼ or ♒️ for him if u want to? <3

I’m so sorry for the wait, wasn’t quite sure about what direction I should go about these ;3; But nonetheless, I’m literally living for Marceau right now and his adoptive papa Roche! There’s some mention of darker stuff in this, but it’s not explicitly described or anything, but just a heads up! For those reasons I took the liberty to switch on the hc, hoe you don’t mind that! :D

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

☼ - appearance headcanon

tw: most likely suggestive content (minor description of abuse aftermath, non healthy relationships between “employer” & “employee” etc. - not explicitly described)

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♒ - cooking/food headcanon

He has quite a complicated relationship with food in general. Being a “late bloomer” with consuming any kind of blood in the “vampire way”, while being extremely picky with human food. Marceau’s food choices while being under de Kaspar's care was either eating the dinners scraps put together in a stew-like fashion or vegetarian food. The family thought that cutting out any animal products in his diet would stop his development as a vampire and keep him “normal”.

When it comes to his time in Temeria… You can describe it as “like adoptive father/mentor like son”. He has never touched any cooking associated with things in his life, having the de Kaspars servants do all the necessary things besides eating the food themselves. So, he’s being thrown into this whole “you’re on your own” lifestyle, where he must help in the cooking department whenever the stripes are out of the castle’s walls. His assigned food making with Shorty, who’s basically the whole group's main cook out there, and Marceau is picked to assist with preparing the ingredients for the stew. Shorty ends up going to the wagon with the food rations because he forgot something, and that’s when Marceau fails miserably. He ends up creating a grease fire in the middle of the camp, in woods, 10 minutes from a nearby water source. It hasn’t been even 5 seconds before he managed to show his low cooking skills. Shorty’s favourite limited Mahakam edition pan, which he called Panalope and it just stopped existing because it melted. Roche was having a glitch right in the chaos because he either could comfort the only person able to cook something edible for miles or take care of the apprentice/adopted child of his that basically was on the verge of tears. The problem got solved when Ves took care of Marceau while Roche was being there for Shorty who was “saying his last goodbyes” with his favourite cooking pan. After they return to Vizima, Marceau uses his saved coins to buy a new pan as an apology gift for Shorty. He ends up giving the present, saying he apologize and vacating the premises out of embarrassment.

While the squad is staying at the castle, Marceau gets too frequently invited to Foltet’s quarters for a late supper. They are alone, all night, without any witnesses. Whatever happens behind those doors makes Marceau look and act as if he has seen the Wild Hunt right before his eyes, while Foltest is being too smug for it to be a simple “colleague lunch”. The squad is concerned whenever they see Marceau leaving right after breakfast and then witnessing him forcing himself into throwing up. They don’t directly question him about it, but it’s still something that doesn’t sit with them, especially those who are extremely close to him. Many just think it is something that isn’t necessarily happy during the mornings, but Ves is not believing in the theory that it’s just a “Marceau/Young kids thing”. She’s relentless about what is happening to her new little brother while Roche has his suspicions… alas who can question the king’s habits? Especially when it doesn’t concern the whole group.

Something that originated from chatting with (toss a coin) One thing he's absolute, not good with handling is the sugars. Whatever it be candy, cake or even a good number of fruits, he absolute loses it. He ends up with so-called “Marceau Zoomies”, which can be shortly described as a cat running around the house at 3 am. But in his case, it’s a giant Katakan running around without any way of stopping, because of the energy. Roche is completely tired whenever he needs to keep an eye on the energized humanoid bat, and he has had enough of weird shit happening to him thank you. So, he bans sugar from Marceau’s diet altogether and it’s heart-breaking. Because there were people dependent on that energy whenever there was something to do, for example, Dettlaff.

☼ - appearance headcanon

People think that he's constantly sick with the cold, because of his skin tone. The truth is though, that his leucistic – the only pigmentation he has of any kind shows through his eyes being golden. Many react to that with some Witcherphobia because they usually heard of monster killers with gold eyes. Marceau at first is confused, because what is a Witcher? And why are the people of the north so against them? At the start he was fearing that the townsfolk were talking about his “true identity” but when he joined the stripes, they quickly sat the whole situation straight. Even though it’s not that often now, but sometimes people tend to still give him the suspicious glance or even crude comments. Those stepping over the line, happen to be more personally known with one of the blue stripes, behind the tavern, in private where no one can intervene. Marceau tends to end up easily bruised, sunburned, or acquire any typical skin injuries because of his skin tone and how that effect everything. Sadly, he can’t get a tan to save his life, whatever if he stands outside for the whole day, his skin either ends up burned up or he’s still white as snow. Which in turn makes it easier to see his bruising shaped like someone’s hands whenever he’s gone for the night.

You can easily describe him as being a lanky tree, quite like Regis’ build as well. His eating habits have a big impact on his overall weight and body, I imagine a vampire in his class (Katakan) being more dependent on regular “human feedings” to keep a good form. Compared to Dettlaff who’s more flexible when it comes to blood-drinking, both Regis and Marceau are on the more malnourished side. Which probably is connected to the amount of “vampiric like diet” both are willing to do. Eating “human food” doesn’t necessarily help with weight loss but still, it quells the hunger they feel.

He doesn’t have any noticeable scarring on his face or any area near it. But if he takes off his fingerless gloves… when you’re going to see the welts on his palms. Whenever he was deemed to act “too vampiric” it would end in punishment, whatever it be being locked in his room or like I mentioned, being hit with any object good enough to leave a mark. Of course, our young Marceau didn’t have any ideas about why he’s being treated like this until he filled 16 years. Before that, his adoptive parents tried to do anything to prevent him from becoming a beast in human flesh. Each time he moves his jaw too quickly or is chewing something, you can hear a distinctive pop sound. He acquired this injury when he was around 10 years old when he got angry at one of his so-called siblings and out of frustration bit them. His jaw locked up around the child’s arm and the blood flooded his mouth, which in turn made him bite harder with his vampire teeth pocking further than a simple human could. The commotion created because of this situation alerted the father, who firstly forced his jaws to unluck. When he dislocated his jaw by punching his face. Supposedly it was because the father was scared that Marceau would do it again, but after that, it turned into “I was making sure you would learn that this kind of behaviour is unacceptable”.

In the clothing department, Marceau prefers his everyday stripes uniform to any more casual clothing. It acts as a security blanket, where simply farmers won’t directly look at him because he's one of the “Temerian human scoia’tael” as many refer to them behind their back. As it is expected, he upholds himself to the official blue-white-silver main palette, with all leather parts of his armour being brown. Something that disunites him from the other stripes, is the number of pockets and small satchels he carries on himself. He loves collecting stuff, whatever it be shiny rocks from a riverbank, or a bunch of hazelnuts freshly picked from a tree. Keeping those satchels with him is practical because he can store some important for the mission objects or small trinkets he finds during boring patrols. He’s a literal magpie, with so strong senses that he can find anything, which in turn makes Roche’s life more complicated with “Marceau, you can’t honestly keep all these things!”.

For his first birthday together with the stripes, he ends up getting a bandana from Roche. It’s a beautiful and soft thing, with the iconic blue stripes on a black background, with small embroidery fleur de lis in silver right on the edges. He tried to make it into a chaperone because, if Roche looks good in it, so surely will I! His dream ended with Ves kindly telling him: “You look like an absolute imbecile in a chaperone”. So instead, he simply wears it around his neck to save himself the embarrassment.

Lastly, here’s a little about his other form! Besides being a walking snowball with his leucism, he also is quite fluffier compared to the other Katakans. He has a bigger per cent of his body covered in cloud-soft fur. He's quite like the Honduran White Bat, the only difference is the ears and other parts colouration. In the real bats, their ears are yellowish in colour, while Marceau keeps his pinkish hues in those areas. In comparison to his 177 cm in human form, Katakan! Marceau stands at 220cm and is still in the growth spurt for his kind. Whatever form he is, he always is taller than Roche who’s at the majestic height of 175cm while Iorveth is around 185cm.

This is “human form” of Marceau:

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